Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

"Master, why don't you teach that bad old man a lesson?"

"After he fit the Dao with his body, he never did a single good thing."

Long Ming smiled playfully.

"Teach Hongjun a lesson?"

"Then tell me, how do you teach me a lesson?"

Chang Xi was stumped by Long Ming's rhetorical question.

She knew Hongjun couldn't die now.

After all, the Dao ancestor fit the Dao with his body and merged with the Dao of Heaven.

If it is killed, Heavenly Dao will also collapse at the same time.

This will kill all living beings in the entire prehistoric.

Although Chang Xi has always been doted on by Long Ming, she is not ignorant of good or bad.

After biting his lip.

Chang Xi waved her small fist.

"Master, ask Hongjun to apologize to Sister Houtu, no, ask him to apologize to Sister Pingxin."

"There is still compensation, big compensation."

"Or beat him."

"Hang him on Mount Buzhou, beat him in circles."

puff!

Ancestor Styx on the side sprayed directly.

Kneel on the ground with a slap.

Fairy Taiyin, you are mighty.

In this entire prehistoric world, only you dare to say such a thing.

Are you really a Daoist ancestor who doesn't show off his power?

Even if there is a pervert like Long Ming protecting you.

Are you not afraid of plotting?

The catastrophe is about to come down.

It won't hurt you, but it will take your luck.

Patriarch Minghe looked towards Jiutian.

Don't talk about catastrophe.

Cloudless.

There was no wind.

Patriarch Styx twitched the corners of his mouth.

No.

Dao Patriarch, you fit the Dao with your body, and you represent the Dao of Heaven.

Anyway, come out and say something.

however.

Hongjun didn't say anything.

Because Hongjun is very busy now.

33 Heavy days.

In Zixiao Palace.

A cloud of purple smoke is slowly creeping.

Recondensed into Hongjun's appearance.

However, at this moment, Hongjun was extremely miserable.

Cracks all over the body.

Under the crack, the shattered Dao Yun was like a thousand cuts, making Hongjun feel so much pain.

Rao fits the Dao with his body, and is a saint in the Dao of Heaven.

Hongjun was still sweating profusely from the pain.

He looked at Nether.

Hear the conversation between Chang Xi and Long Ming.

Hongjun's face no longer showed any anger.

Only fear.

deep fear.

Longming, could he actually kill this deity?

He could actually kill the deity.

And killed nine times!

Hongjun never expected that Longming could do it without stimulating the way of heaven.

Kill him once.

Or to be precise.

Long Ming found a way to make Hongjun experience the pain of death.

But there is no need to really kill Hongjun and cause the collapse of the heavenly way.

This is more frightening than killing Hongjun directly.

Because if you are really killed, you are really dead.

One hundred dead.

But you can't die, but experience the pain and process of death 100%.

Even Hongjun, who fits the Dao with his body, can't bear it.

Hongjun is completely afraid of Longming now.

until just now.

He felt that even if he couldn't beat Long Ming, he had the backing of Heaven.

Long Ming didn't dare to kill himself again.

Even if you want to disgust the other party yourself.

Long Ming could only be disgusted.

It is with this mentality.

Only Hongjun will persevere and continue to plot and calculate.

Nuwa, Tongtian, Pingxin, he intervened in all of them.

Even if he knew that Long Ming might be provoked, he was not afraid.

I didn't attack the Dragon Clan, let alone disrespect you.

What can you do to Patriarch?

So Long Ming told him what would happen.

will die.

To live to die.

And not die once.

When I was fighting for peace of mind with Long Ming just now.

Hongjun died nine times in an instant.

in a blink.

Enjoyed the pain of death nine times in all directions.

Hongjun finally gave up completely.

I thought about it.

Hongjun gritted his teeth.

Drop two treasures to Nether.

Then Zixiao Palace was directly closed.

"Fellow Daoist, I will leave the construction of Netherworld to you."

Hongjun's words, along with the two treasures, fell into the nether world.

Subsequently.

All the great powers above Daluojin Fairyland in Honghuang felt that Honghuang was missing a breath.

This missing breath is very subtle.

Can't tell, don't know.

But it once existed.

And very active.

but now.

The breath is gone.

hid.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunzhi five saints, the feeling is even more obvious.

They obviously felt a kind of vague oppression, which disappeared from themselves.

In the simplest terms.

Their feeling at this time is three words.

become free!

When saints feel free.

The two treasures that fell from Zixiao Palace to Youming have already landed in front of Long Ming.

One is a cluster of light that is dense with precious light, with auspicious qi turning into thousands, but also with a ghostly aura.

One is a slowly rotating wheel with the power of reincarnation.

Long Ming smiled slightly.

Fingers brushed the wheel first.

The slowly spinning wheel was immediately injected with new strength.

The originally fast and slow rotation has become completely stable and accurate.

There is a supreme transmission force pushing it.

Even if the prehistoric world is destroyed, it will no longer be able to change its rotation.

Long Ming gave the wheel to Ping Xin.

"This is the reincarnation holy wheel of the Chaos Demon God of Reincarnation."

"It was originally a chaotic spirit treasure, but after it was damaged and mutilated, it was picked up by Hongjun."

"That idiot can't fix it, so now it's downgraded to Xiantian Lingbao."